Enchanted By Lust Poem by Lauren Cunningham

The happiest one with the darkest thoughts,
Is said to rest in peace,
But the darkest thoughts are the deepest fears
Thus; Panicked! She wont release.

The sickened scent of lustfull sin,
Created in her mind,
Taunting her temptation sore!
Those dark thoughts intertwined.

Although enchanted, gasping in awe,
A taunting voice becomes clear,
A terrified shadow mimics her moves,
But again, she escapes fear.

Her soul is pressing against her skin,
But does not wish to be free,
This Blood Rushing - Emotion Crushing,
Beauty, she cannot see.

Slowly now her thoughts consumed,
Her mind fogged with pleasure,
The ultimate joy is yet to come,
As dormant fears from her sever.

But Caution may be willed to return,
The moment she hears my last whisper ache,
'I lie beneath the grave of your deepest fears,
Relentlessly cryin unto them, awaiting their wake.'